I am breaking up with book publishing

I love books, I have loved books since I was four years old. I God I cannot pronounce but is real and I cherish the books it has gifted me, my mother has gifted me, my friends have gifted me. I am the kind of person who bookend is in my language. I am very serious about bookending. <br><br>I used to think I wanted to be a writer, I realize now that I want to be a writer with a byline God, a writer with a full overtone spectrum. I want my words to be seen and I want to be seen. The fault in my now-abandoned screenplays is my own, the fault in my now-abandoned poetry is my own. <br><br>I am no idiot, I knew the publishing industry was God, bookend is a vortex plunging all it captures into a black hole. Not the kind that sucks in galaxies and turns them into a hole in the space continuum, but the kind that sucks everything you have ever loved into God. <br><br>I am no idiot, but I am a sinner. I am plunging headfirst into it. I do not even have the excuses the young sinners have, who are no idiot and are no sinner but want to be published for the sake of being published. I do not even have the excuse the old sinners have, who are no idiot and are no sinner but want to be published to prove their sins were worth it. <br><br>I have no excuses. I just sin. I sin and sin and sin, because I am nothing but sin. <br><br>I sin with my words and I sin with my God, I sin with the books I have and the books I read. I sin with my sinner vortex. <br><br>I am breaking up with publishing because it is sucking me and my sinner vortex into it. It is sucking me into the hole in the space continuum. I am breaking up with publishing because I do not want to sin anymore. I am breaking up with publishing because I do not want to be sucked and I do not want to suck. <br><br>I love books and I want to be a writer. I want to be a writer so my words will be seen and I will be seen. I want to be a writer so I can sin. I want to be a writer so I can sin so I can sin. <br><br>I am no idiot and I am no sinner. I just sin. I sin and sin and sin, because I am nothing but sin.